Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Angola and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Modern Lovers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
La Düsseldorf,
Fluxion,
June Days,
Soul II Soul,
The Slits,
Lalann,
Stereo Dub,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry's Kids,
Section 25,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maleditus Sound,
Fugazi,
The Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dave Gahan,
The Mummies,
The Modern Lovers,
Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
Flash Fearless,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scion,
Alison Limerick,
The Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amazonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Infiniti,
Glenn Branca,
Iggy Pop,
The Index,
Yaz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zero Boys,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Smooth,
Excepter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Near,
Harpers Bizarre,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mantronix,
Maurizio,
Thee Headcoats,
Lightning Bolt,
Kayak,
Brothers Johnson,
Toni Rubio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerri Chandler,
Henry Cow,
Marvin Gaye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.